Sometimes I find when I am thinking really hard about someone or something, the person is either in touch or I read something that resonates within me.
Such was the case tonight as I laid in bed tossing and turning, blaming my lack of sleep on my husband’s snoring.
But the truth is, it’s not his breath that kept me up, it was my worry. I couldn’t stop thinking about my lovely neighbor who is going to have some serious surgery tomorrow.
I decided to get out of bed and putz around. I checked my email and there was a wonderful message from a friend who has taught me to look for the synchronicities in life. Here was one of them, for embedded in her email was the following:
There has been sufficient research to document the power of prayer to effect healing. People who pray are healthier and people who are prayed for recover more quickly and completely, whether they know they are being prayed for or not. Take a peek at Larry Dossey’s books, particularly, Prayer is Good Medicine. There are so many stories of people who were healed through love and prayer.
I remembered about the Power of Prayer and closed my eyes. But in the face of the truth, my trust is called into question. Do I believe she will be OK? I pray she will be. I love her. Am I afraid that she will not make it? Even she called it out today as I stood on her porch, hugging her hard.
She gave me a few sprigs from her garden. From my study I look into her backyard, grown beautiful from years of tending. I gave her leftover lamb cigars our friend made last night. All I can offer is food. She helps me garden and there hasn’t been time to start my tutorial.
But it wasn’t so much the things we shared today, although simple in their exchange. It was the love and tenderness born out of an instant connection we felt as soon as I moved in. My comfort here has much to do with the sound of my neighbor singing my name when I see her. Everyday at 530pm, I look for the light in her kitchen window to appear. And somehow it makes me feel safe. Every morning when I wake up, the kitchen light is on – and I flip on the coffee pot with a smile.
So, if you please, take a moment and say a prayer for a lady you have never met, but one I am the better for knowing. Make today a true MindFULL Monday. Put out a moment of love and healing for someone and know, that should you need the power of prayer someday, that when she heals, she shall do the same for you.
Have you had a MindFULL prayer experience? Let us know.
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I have firsthand experience with the power of prayer. When I was diagnosed with stage III breast cancer fifteen years ago, prayer for me spread from one end of this country to the other. I’ve never had any doubt whatsoever that it was God and all those prayers that saved me.–